Starshooter **ON HOLD**
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Talking to the Stars (Completed)
Big empty rooms. Yells echoing across the corridors. The stench of Mother's whisky breath. The sound of the clock in the dining hall where Father never eats, endlessly ticking away the hours without him. Sometimes, there are scars that don't go away. This is not a love story. It's not about magic and hope. This is the story of my life, for the times I had no one but the stars. _____ I clambered onto the roof, even if it was chilly for star watching. I needed a helping hand. “Why?” I asked the sky, the moon, the stars—anyone who would listen. But they didn’t answer. How childish of me, to talk to the stars, I was pathetic wasn’t I? Yet I tried again. “Help?” Nothing. “Talk to me you damn stars!” I shouted. Just then, a shooting star flew by, like a dashing stroke of paint, gone as quickly as it had come. It seemed that this was my chance. I said, “I wish someone would love me, as much as I love the stars.” And to those words, I went back into my room, my cell, and awaited my fate.Complete
Hard to love
Who would have known that the *little girl* next door would be able to take august heart But the struggle become real and it becomes HARD TO LOVE will they give up or continue to try to make things workComplete
Wishing Upon A Star
This is my story.. I hope you'll like it and hopefully love it. This is not the first story that I've written but this is the first one that I'll be sharing. It's called "Wishing Upon A Star" :)Complete
Boarding School for Giants (G/T)
A troubled teenager gets kicked out of her high school and is forced to enroll in a boarding school for giants. As a tiny human, she struggles to navigate a giant world not made for her.Complete
AFTER HER
'Control' I don't know were it went whenever it came to her. What a freakin' temptation. One little thing. My little thing. To see, To breathe, To touch, To own.
Hearts in High Places
A strong young woman clings to all she has ever known despite her heart telling her it is wrong. A young man comes along and it forces her to see things from a higher perspective and she now strives to free herself from her fears and her demons.
Big empty rooms. Yells echoing across the corridors. The stench of Mother's whisky breath. The sound of the clock in the dining hall where Father never eats, endlessly ticking away the hours without him. Sometimes, there are scars that don't go away. This is not a love story. It's not about magic and hope. This is the story of my life, for the times I had no one but the stars. _____ I clambered onto the roof, even if it was chilly for star watching. I needed a helping hand. “Why?” I asked the sky, the moon, the stars—anyone who would listen. But they didn’t answer. How childish of me, to talk to the stars, I was pathetic wasn’t I? Yet I tried again. “Help?” Nothing. “Talk to me you damn stars!” I shouted. Just then, a shooting star flew by, like a dashing stroke of paint, gone as quickly as it had come. It seemed that this was my chance. I said, “I wish someone would love me, as much as I love the stars.” And to those words, I went back into my room, my cell, and awaited my fate.
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